Carla P.O.V
Since Xavier had been shot, it had been four days since the incident. He continued to exhibit no signs of change. It was really kind of Leonardo to make arrangements for a member of the family's staff to bring me some clothing each day. Just sitting next to Xavier's bed, holding his hand, and dozing off next to him was how I spent my days. A nurse carrying in three trays of food jolted me out of my reverie and into the present moment.
My lunch plate remains untouched, just as it does every day, since the mere thought of eating makes me queasy. Both Xander and Leonardo were constantly trying to encourage me to eat, but I simply couldn't do it. It seemed as though my body was refusing whatever that I attempted to force down my gullet.
While focusing my attention on Xavier, I n
